In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

and takes

practically shoved in his chest, way too close, and

engaged and that entails a number of things.First off, you

the lid of

mouth drops open as I glance from him to

to wear a ring but it still

ears perk up, not due to what he said, but the way he said it.Are my ears playing tricks on me or am I really just incredibly daft to not have noticed it before? But I swear,

eyebrows furrow as I

way he pronounced

one goes to a country and spends quite a long time there that they pick up an accent but not enough time that it actually interlaces within

hard on this? Damien probably just went on vacation for

seem to be the type to go

too into his work and other activities

beautiful.But I cant accept it

I find myself saying.

is

about rings but I can tell that it's

other stones,that surround

clue except that

very attention

"Why not?"

he

my lip before answering; "It's too much.I can't accept the ring.I mean it's a family heirloom.You

try to clarify,

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

and shake my head,

this.You will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in his mouth, unsure

to be confused as I look at

"Protect me, from what?"

important without making a few enemies,’ he

will protect you when I am not there to do so.So you have to

says, more serious then he usually is, if

it firmly in his, and all the while making

face

been an intimate gesture had this not been due

a befogged mind? We both stay silent, and finally he

as he now

now mine, I can't help

indeed heavy

door shutting closed, signalling that Max has left,

to where we

speaks up as he walks towards his

to act more than as if

if how on earth

desk, passing

earns me an unamused look

and so that